Chapter Twelve

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Gray POV:

"You guys can sit down it'll be out in a second." Freed calls as Juvia and I walk into the kitchen.

"Thanks." I stammer, not sure what to do with Juvia finding a seat, but before I had more time to ponder Juvia was already placed in one of the wooden chairs with a smile on her face.

"Oh, where's Wendy?" I ask Freed trying to break the tension in the room.

"Talking on the phone with our other roommates." Freed says.

"There's more?" I say surprised, Freed nodded and sat the food down on the table.

"Two more..." He then turns to look at Juvia, whose head was down.

"Gray can I talk with you?" Freed breathes motioning towards the door, I nod and head out with him.

"What?" I ask not wanting to leave Juvia all alone.

"Watch her, and tell her after dinner your father wants to speak with her." Freed says all stern-like.

"Why?" I question.

"I looked through her files...there's something seriously wrong with her." Freed whispers.

"I talked with dean about it and she also said that its best if we admit her into a mental institution...she'll be leaving next month."

I begin to feel weird for some reason.

"Wait...what's wrong with her?" I was afraid to ask, I had an idea, I had quite a few actually. Freed glances down and then back up.

"I don't want to talk about it...don't leave her alone with Wendy. We don't need both of them talking about imaginary things."

I give a nod and go back into the kitchen. I sit down next to Juvia, and I jump a little in my sit when I feel something cold touch me. I glimpse down and see Juvia's hand resting on mine.

"...I have one good ear." I look up at her face and once again she's smiling, but her voice was telling another story.

"Why are you always smiling?" I ask.

"You asked me that when we were little..." Her soft voice flutters. I bite my lip, I hate how I treated her.

"Do you really want me to forgive you?" Juvia says her lifeless cloudy eyes seemed to become even darker.

"Of course..."

"You know that old bridge near Peach park."

"Yes..."

"Let's go there."

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